The Most Generous Master Ever Chapter 1115 -: Ten Thousand Years in One Glance!

Ascending to the Immortal Emperor Realm

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

His blood surged violently as demonic energy infiltrated his bones, resembling a baptism by karmic flames. The agony was so intense it threatened to shatter Ye Qiu's sanity. His eyes burned deep red, mirroring the state of one possessed by a demon.

Ten millennia slipped away in an instant. As the demonic aura within his frame solidified, it nourished his vital energy, culminating in the birth of a supreme Dao.

Boom! A seismic tremor shook the world, unleashing a torrential force that instantly upended the entire demon pool into chaos.

“Such immense aura! An Immortal Emperor?” Within the demon hall, Bai Yunfei wore a grave expression. His eyes, burning with intensity, scanned the churning sea of clouds, his mind struck by disbelief. To breach the Immortal Emperor Realm in a mere ten thousand years! Throughout history, such an outcome had been unheard of. “This fellow actually managed it!”

He remained profoundly unsettled. Ye Qiu’s breakthrough had stirred the demon pool into absolute turmoil, causing demonic energy to spill outward. The Nine Heavens and the Three Thousand Worlds beyond were catching the ripples of this event.

“My King, shall we initiate defensive protocols?” a priest inquired.

Bai Yunfei gestured dismissively, stating, “Leave it! This leakage might prove advantageous for our race.” His expression darkened as he continued, “Have there been any significant tremors from the side of the strange source?” “According to scouts stationed across the outer realms, Tian appears to be undergoing a blood refinement within a Small World.”

“Blood refinement?” Bai Yunfei’s brow creased. Clearly, Tian had been far from idle while Ye Qiu remained in isolation, traveling between dimensions to pillage and slaughter.

Bai Yunfei sensed that once this adversary regained his zenith, the war in the outer realms would inevitably ignite. The era of upheaval was approaching! With his own plans in motion, Bai Yunfei commanded, “Instruct our people to exercise restraint while keeping a vigilant eye on every shift throughout the outer realms. Furthermore, accelerate the preparations for the Empress. She must undergo the baptism of the Demon Emperor’s legacy and attain her peak without delay.”

The atmosphere in the outer realms grew volatile; a grand catastrophe could trigger at any moment. Disciples of the Heavenly Dao from the Land of Hidden Life, the ancient Immortal Palace, and the Moon God Hall were all stirring. Should chaos erupt, the ensuing conflict would be legendary, sufficient to scour life from millions of worlds.

“Understood!” the priest replied reverently before adding, “My King, there is another matter. Now that the Demon Emperor has returned, ought we not act? Many Demon Lords from the various domains have yet to report back. Could it be… they refuse to recognize her authority?”

Upon hearing this, a murderous intent, terrifying enough to defy the heavens, flared in Bai Yunfei’s eyes. The temperature plunged as if the air had frozen. He had been the architect of Mengli’s ascension; none dared defy her. Should they fail to show reverence, he would simply assist them in meeting their end.

Gazing coldly at the priest, Bai Yunfei spoke with icy precision, “Issue one final warning. If they persist in their refusal to return, I shall pay them a personal visit. If I do not apply some pressure, they will mistakenly believe that I, Bai Yunfei, have lost my edge!”

The priest shuddered violently. He knew better than anyone the true lethality of the sharpest sword serving the Demon Emperor. When provoked, the result would inevitably be a river of blood soaked into the sands.

“Yes!” The high priest dared not disagree and immediately withdrew to carry out the order. He could only pray for the Demon Lords’ compliance, lest the demon race suffer internal strife before the greater chaos began.

To ensure Mengli’s firm grasp on the Demon Emperor’s throne, Bai Yunfei’s methods remained brutal, leaving no room for dissent.

Meanwhile, Ye Qiu had successfully breached the Immortal Emperor Realm, transcending the ordinary. Yet, his seclusion was far from concluded. He utilized the Nine Nether Chaos Profound Demonic Qi to purify his physical form, augmenting the process with the Chaos Immortal Sage Pill as he challenged the final threshold.

With his inner blood boiling and layering pain upon pain, Ye Qiu experienced a living hell. Gritting his teeth, he channeled every technique he knew through his limbs and bones. His body weathered cycles of decay and rebirth, allowing him to endlessly refine his essence. “Refining the Dao through one’s own blood! Melding all techniques into one. Is this what my master meant by true longevity?”

Ye Qiu finally deduced the ultimate path of the Blood Dao: to utilize his own blood as a catalyst, fusing every technique in existence. By unleashing his internal blood energy, he forged supreme Great Dao techniques.

Throughout these ten millennia of tempering, he persisted in his deductions, his blood undergoing constant transmutation from aging back to vitality through countless rounds of purifying fire.

A deafening roar echoed through the Nine Heavens. Ye Qiu felt as though he had entered a sacred trance, merging his physical vessel with the techniques of the Nine Heavens. Every drop of blood pulsed with a new existence infused with supreme immortal energy.

The path of the Blood Dao finally revealed itself clearly to Ye Qiu, no longer obscured by mists.

Immortal Emperor!

And beyond that, the presence of a supreme Heavenly Path beckoned.

“What manner of path is this?” Ye Qiu felt a surge of elation as the veiled trail slowly came into focus.

The path was wide open! Did this imply that by treading this Dao, he could evolve beyond the mortal coil and directly reach the road to immortality? It was a realm exceeding that of the Immortal Emperor!

Though the specific nature of that realm remained hidden, Ye Qiu could perceive its silhouette. Time ebbed away; ten thousand years passed in a blink. Upon regaining consciousness, his cultivation had crystallized at the Immortal Emperor stage.

Though there were no subdivisions, and all were recognized as Immortal Emperors, vast disparities existed between the veterans and new arrivals.

“This power is still insufficient! It seems I must push harder.” Ye Qiu felt a twinge of disappointment while surveying his internal world. Between the volatility of the Chaos Immortal Sage Pill and the demon pool, he had barely managed to gain entry to the Immortal Emperor Realm.

A pity, truly! But it mattered little. He only required time to comprehend the Heavenly Great Dao to grasp the path of longevity. Unless an Immortal Emperor from the ancient era intervened, Ye Qiu remained unrivaled.

Furthermore, having reached this summit, Ye Qiu successfully grasped the true essence behind the final strike of the Cursive Sword Art. Over the preceding ten millennia, his continuous dedication to unraveling the profundities of the technique finally paid off.

He reconstructed the technique based on his new enlightenment, and in doing so, unlocked an ultimate sword art capable of shifting the very hue of the firmament.

This strike remained nameless. Its devastating, overwhelming nature seemed to defy all characterization.

“Whew.” Ending his seclusion, Ye Qiu released a slow, steady breath. He had secured his place in the Immortal Emperor Realm, no longer a plaything of fate in the Nine Heavens Foreign Battlefield.

Beyond that, he had discovered a hidden path bypassing the limitations of an Immortal Emperor. He had touched upon the legendary realm, the elusive destination countless cultivators spent their entire lives pursuing.

Perhaps the final mystery of the Longevity Calamity lay somewhere beyond that threshold.